Prelude to a Kiss

Prelude to a Kiss

For weeks we had several intimate conversations.
We talked about many different situations.
And, as the day drew near of “the occasion”
I soon started to sense a sensual sensation.

We were business associates.
Friendly, business associates.
More like friends
More than friends.

A love of the arts enticed us
as we debated Spike, John
and Oprah too.
Never once did we stop to notice the incredible
magnetism that was connecting
our minds,
our hearts,
and our souls.

Perhaps I did notice the subtle allusions,
as you often suggested,
behind the guise of business,
that you and me
should become we.

Perhaps I recognized the sly indications
as you mentioned one day out of the blue
“I can’t talk to her the way I talk to you.”

Maybe I perceived the skillful hints you made
and wondered exactly how it could be
as you used my friend to spend time talking to me.

Maybe I sensed your crafty style
as you casually made me aware
that when you saw my sexy legs they
stimulated your entrancing stare.

Maybe I suspected your unconcealed affection
as you took my hand in club and massaged your face
and there sat for a few seconds
clinched in a gentle embrace.

Perhaps I discerned your fading mask
as you helplessly gazed into my eyes,
making one of those distinct passes
while I sat there in your glasses.

Perhaps I knew it was inevitable
as you locked me in your car,
prolonging the date
prolonging the wait.

And then it happened.
Our lips finally touched.

At first I backed away,
but realized I wanted to stay
stay there in that moment
stay there with you.

When our lips touched again
Something magical, magnetic, and momentous occurred.
I felt you, not just on my lips.
But I FELT you.

As you tongue gently glided with mine,
I felt you touching me, unclothing me,
Revealing a desire that had been hiding within me.

As you passionately bit my lip,
I felt you touching me, taking Cupid’s scalpel
cutting deep into my skin
revealing my heart,
revealing my soul.

And as I erotically kissed you back,
I once again felt you touching me.
I felt you exposing me.
I felt you touch my spirit.

It was a simple pair of glasses that allowed us to see
the volatile chemical experiment that we had become.

Maybe I’m just a number on your list.
For Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
So there is no way I can dismiss
that a hidden agenda does not exist.

Or maybe you too sit and reminisce
about the night of our first kiss.
Perhaps your eyes fill with mist
as you ponder our metamorphosis.

Maybe it was just a kiss.
Maybe it was more.
God only knows
what our future has in store.

Only time will tell if the intimate moment we shared
has planted the seeds that through
time, care and growth
will bloom into the perfected petals of love.

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